Simple Theories

rain could not penetrate the last place the little trail abundant rain tracks dire pictures of clouds every word seems destined like a rock 

a continent  within that breeze lifting grass into time a momentary  cool under the grey impact of complete clouds while sound of wind settles to a tune and in this together  our words

Ocean looks bigger for all our troubles. Grey of days gives orange from green like life. Light passes thru verdant meaning like the asking moment. Trees become  envy just by being. Every meaning ends in light today. Today ends every day, the leaves just turn again.

Saturate sun explains nothing but everything is involved. What nation does that make? Tempting wind in the declining word.

keen wind blusters the serial sea note good gulls enriched by current lack of death in the moment colours charge in sequence blows the wind  in change 

The great United States like something in the air as process and procession listless wave on wave thru daze and nights

settle now for an ocean a duo with registered eyes and even the sport of rain is training in the sun

picture the leaning towards the blue stirring sea while night as a distinction soothes the merely forlorn

On the grey of rain  the purpose of time flows even clouds gone the middle

We can speak  of several numbers that turn colors to the force of Words with rain and peachy dawn and union made underwear Strange news flies Up and down

in the town of dreams the little cat and time goes on